The strong wind roars, and the sea of spiritual energy ripples.
On the majestic and towering sacred mountain, eyes that looked like objects met in the void, falling on the only outsider within the hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers here.
On the holy mountain, between the mountains, under the sea of clouds, countless Taoists walked out of the retreat, either raising their eyes or looking down.
Within a hundred thousand miles of mountains and rivers, there are almost no mortals. The owners of these gazes are all masters of magical powers, and some of them are even the masters of Jiuyao and Baji.
Not to mention anything else, just the intersection of these eyes is enough to overwhelm mountains and rivers and make people feel depressed.
Standing in the center of the intersection of eyes, Yang Yu felt as if he was being pointed at by countless mouths, and his whole body was filled with chills from the outside to the inside.
But he didn't seem to notice it, and it was only when he looked around that his expression became solemn.
Behind him is a bright yellow waterfall, with the Golden Tower of Fortune looming, and in front of him is Mount Wanshi, which is guarded by thousands of mountains and is known as the most holy mountain in the world.
In his perception, he was still in the void above Mt. Mt., but what he could see with his naked eyes was clearly the Wanshi Sacred Mountain.
This perceived conflict was uncomfortable, but it also made him aware of his own situation.
He, together with the void where the shadow of the Juyun Golden Pagoda was, was separated from heaven and earth by someone's great supernatural power, and was frightened to the Wanshi Sacred Mountain!
"The void is moved, it's such a big deal..."
Facing many prying eyes, Yang Yu adjusted his clothes slightly, looked at the Taoists closest to him, and asked calmly:
"I wonder who took action and what kind of magical power it was?"
quiet!
There seems to be no noise among the mountains.
Hearing Yang Yu's question, the eyes between the mountains and rivers may be filled with surprise and amusement, but no one answered for a while.
"He is worthy of being the first person in eighty thousand miles to be on the imperial list with ten capitals. His expression does not change even when the world fights, and his courage is extraordinary!"
After a moment of silence, on top of the nearest cloud, Taoist Xuanjing bowed his head and replied:
"The poor Taoist Black Whale has nothing to boast about. Only this magical power of 'Qian Kun Mo Nong' can be barely praised!"
"Taoist Xuanjing?"
Yang Yu recognized this man as one of the two people he saw at a glance who wanted to stop the Red Devil.
"Qiankun Mo Nong? According to legend, the ancient demon clan has seven Jiuyao rankings comparable to the Ji Dao, also known as the seven demon apes in the world. Among them is a thong-armed ape, which is said to be able to 'take the sun and the moon, shrink thousands of mountains, and distinguish between good and evil.
Qiankun Mo Nong’s magical power!”
Yang Yu spoke in a leisurely manner, as if he was beside a friend whom he had not seen for many years, rather than the malicious Eight-level Master of the Immortal Sect.
As he spoke, he unabashedly scanned the Wanshi Sacred Mountain.
Among the mountains that stretch for tens of thousands of miles, there are countless fairy mountains and caves. Under the secluded passage, you can see the destiny is like a sea, many of which are golden and red, and there are patches of purple clouds that hide hidden clouds of purple gas that cannot be seen.
This is the real master Ruyun!
"Do you actually know about the Seven Apes? In the past, Pindao found a disobedient hairy head to nourish the divine race, but it had nothing to do with the demon clan."
Taoist Xuanjing was slightly surprised, but he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. He just smiled slightly and said:
"Fellow Taoist, it's hard work coming from afar. How about taking a break during the entrance?"
"The disobedient Maotou comes to warm up the divine seed..."
Yang Yu chewed on these words and nodded as all the eyes met.
He didn't refuse, and he didn't seem to have the option to refuse at all.
At this moment, he was surrounded by three eight-pole masters, and the mountains were also locked with magical powers. What made him feel like a ray of light on his back was the misty and indifferent gaze on the towering holy mountain.
Tianzong Taoist!
But this was not the Shidu-level Tianzong Taoist who was killed by him in the Juyun Golden Pagoda with a snap of his finger, but the unparalleled overlord who had been at the top of the world for eight thousand years.
"I was about to take a look at how high the legendary No. 1 Divine Peak in Yunei has been in the Eastern Wasteland for tens of thousands of years."
Things in this world will never go as expected.
At least before today, he had never thought of coming to the Wanshi Sacred Mountain, but when it came, he had no fear.
Even if his guess was wrong, the Taoist priest did not 'forcibly invite' him to come here for the 'mysterious spiritual light' that day, so what?
The incarnation of Wujian is still in the mountains and seas and has not yet returned. Even if the Taoist Taoist of Tianzong has supernatural powers, how can he attack across the boundary?
In Longquan's millions of years, the only ones who can cross the border and attack are the nine great emperors!
call!
After saying this, Yang Yu actually stepped into the Wanshi Sacred Mountain in one step, not caring at all that there were many experts and deep hostility in this area.
This scene seemed to surprise some people, especially the Taoists who were quite close to each other. They looked even more surprised.
"It's quite courageous!"
In the sea of clouds, there seemed to be a Taoist man stroking his hands and marveling.
Huhu~
The spiritual tide surges.
The Wanshi Sacred Mountain is where the spiritual energy of the world gathers. Its richness is almost ancient, far superior to Cangjiang Gate.
Using his heavenly eyes to activate the Netherworld, Yang Yu could even feel the omnipresent and omnipresent mountain-protecting formation under the spiritual tide.
Below it is the mountains and rivers of a hundred thousand miles, above it is the stars in the sky, in the middle is the Eastern Wasteland, and even to the human cities all over the world.
What is ruling the world?
That’s it!
There are thousands of kingdoms in the Longquan realm. Just in the southeastern corner of Nanling, there are ten dynasties, eight hundred giant cities, and as many as 20,000 small cities.
And the Holy Mountain of Wanshi is the gathering of humanity’s destiny in the world, and it is the true co-owner of the human race and the kingdom of God on earth!
Huhuhu~
As the spiritual tide surges, there is no shortage of fairy grass, elixirs, and even spiritual plants that have become spirits in the mountains, rivers, and lands.
The most eye-catching thing is the vast spiritual field between the mountains that stretches as far as the eye can see, thousands of miles away.
"This is the 'Purple Qi Spirit Rice', which Emperor Yinggan obtained from the 'Desolate Remaining World' 90,000 years ago. It is said that it was originally a must-eat rice for the Dragon Clan."
Taoist Xuanjing on the side introduced like a guide:
"Of course, humans are different from dragons. The purple spirit rice grown by my sect is different from the original purple spirit rice. Not only does it taste better, it ripens four times a year, but the spirit energy inside it is also more abundant..."
"Lingmi!"
Yang Prison was really like a guest. After being introduced by the host, he looked at it with interest.
Mortals eat grains, while sects eat spiritual rice. All sects in the world do this. He himself has tasted it, and it tastes quite good.
However, compared to the spiritual field in front of us, the spiritual rice grown in Cangjiang Gate is far behind in terms of appearance.
Each of these spiritual rice plants is about ten feet tall, almost like a big tree, and can be used for people to enjoy the shade.
In fact, Yang Yu has very good eyesight.
In the spiritual field of thousands of miles of light, there are more mortals than spiritual plants busy, seemingly catching insects?
"Purple Qi Spiritual Rice feeds on sunlight. If you have magical powers, the formation will affect the taste. The location where the spiritual rice grows will attract insects and ants. Therefore, someone needs to work in shifts for twelve hours to catch insects."
While Taoist Xuanjing was speaking, he saw a rainbow light piercing the sky, and accompanied by a crane's cry, a red gourd appeared outside the spiritual field and fell over.
Then, under Yang Yu's gaze, large areas of Gangfeng, Lingqi, magical light, and a familiar city were poured out!
Save Mountain City!
"It is actually not very polite to invite someone without informing them this time. But there is really no way to do it. There are many demon kings in the Nanling area, and the Lion God King is eyeing them. If there is any delay, big trouble will happen...
…”
Taoist Xuanjing forced out a smile:
"As for this city..."
"oh?"
Yang Yu looked at him calmly, showing no joy or anger.
"This is not a bad thing."
Taoist Xuanjing's heart trembled for no reason, but he didn't care anymore and said calmly:
"Fellow Taoist, don't you hear that mortals in the world often pursue big cities, giant cities, and imperial capitals, but I, Wanshi Mountain, am the head of the holy land!
That city is just a small country town. Being able to come here is a blessing from fellow Taoists, and it is truly a blessing that is hard to come by in three lifetimes!"
boom!
Before Taoist Xuanjing finished speaking, a roaring sound was suddenly heard, and the sacred light surged above the holy mountain, with thousands of auspicious colors, as if there was the sound of bells ringing and cauldrons trembling.
"This is?"
Looking at the shadow of the bell and tripod on the top of the holy mountain, Taoist Xuanjing's expression changed:
"Lingbao is moving?"
Yang Yu pressed his heart without leaving a trace, and then looked into the distance. He saw a shadow of a bell and a cauldron intertwined in the divine light like a waterfall.
"Wanshi Golden Bell..."
The roaring and oscillating bell wave echoed among the mountains, attracting the attention of almost everyone, but soon, the bell sound and the divine light disappeared together.
Phew!
A high-pitched crane roar came.
The white crane boy holding a red gourd in his hand stood beside the spiritual field and said expressionlessly:
"The Patriarch has invited the Sword Immortal Nanling!"
"Don't worry, boy, I am leading fellow Taoists from Nanling to pay homage to the Patriarch..."
Taoist Xuanjing bowed his head, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Baihe Boy, who said coldly:
"The Patriarch didn't say anything about meeting you!"
"..."
Taoist Xuanjing was speechless for a moment, and his face turned red for a moment, but within a moment he suppressed his anger and walked away.
"Huh! Come with me!"
With an indifferent glance at Yang Yu, the White Crane boy turned around and turned into a white crane and flew towards the holy mountain.
But after flying for only a few breaths, the white crane boy had already let out an extremely frightening and angry explosion:
"you!"
Yang Yu followed him like a shadow, landing steadily on the crane's back. No matter how hard the white crane boy struggled, he could not move of his own accord.
"Be bold!"
"Get off!"
In the mountains, someone seemed to have noticed and was almost stunned. Above the sea of clouds, there were even angry scoldings.
"Your ancestor sent his mount here, could it be that he wants it to carry me?"
Relying on his fist to defeat the sword light that shot out from the cloud, Yang Yu shuddered, causing the White Crane boy to struggle violently.
"you!"
In the sea of clouds, the Taoist who had always harbored great malice seemed extremely angry, but he still did not take action again, for fear that he would accidentally shock the White Crane boy to death.
"Bah!"
The White Crane boy was frightened and angry, but in the next moment, he regained his composure and flew to the fairy mountain unwillingly.
"Pity……"
Yang Prison's eyes were dark.
His perception is far beyond that of ordinary level masters, and he can naturally sense the deepest malice in this mountain.
The person in the sea of clouds was more malicious towards him than anyone else...
It's a pity that the man was still not lured out.
…
Wanshi Mountain is so high that it almost reaches the sea of stars!
As the White Crane Boy crossed the sea of clouds, Yang Yu finally saw the true face of this holy mountain. Its towering height reached the highest point in the sea of clouds.
At this moment, the six-round sun in the sky is so close that you can touch it, and the coldness of the sky coexists with the heat of the direct sun.
Looking down from here, the mountains under the sea of clouds look very small, but here, we have not yet reached the top of Wanshi Mountain!
"Unnatural mountain..."
As soon as this idea emerged in Yang Yu's mind, he suddenly felt the world turning around and the void changing. In less than a thousandth of an instant, the world had changed again before his eyes!
The sea of stars hangs high and the sun cannot be seen, and the top of the Wanshi Sacred Mountain is astonishingly beyond the sky!
call!
The White Crane Boy was blown away by the wind, and Yang Yu stood still. Ten feet away, he saw the familiar Taoist platform.
On the platform, which is dark red like blood, the white-haired Taoist sits cross-legged with his back facing away, just like what was seen in the first level of Juyun Golden Pagoda.
The difference is that the Taoist platform in the golden pagoda is only one level high, while the Taoist platform on the top of the mountain is nine levels high!
"I should call you Sword Immortal Nanling."
Yang Yu's heart was shocked. In his highly concentrated state, he didn't even see his movements. The white-haired Taoist had already turned around!
"Or……"
There were some ripples in the eyes as deep as the sea of stars, and the Tianzong Taoist's voice changed his language:
"Shan Hai Yang Prison?"
"It's just a title. Nanling is me, and Yang Yu is me too."
Yang Yu was slightly startled but not confused. He just looked at Taoist Tianzong.
This old Taoist was already very old, and he could feel the air of twilight coming towards his face whenever he looked at him. Except for the fact that his eyes were too bright, there was really nothing outstanding about him.
"You don't seem surprised?"
Tianzong Taoist pointed his finger, and the cold and hard rock rose from Yang Yu's feet, rising twenty-seven feet straight, as high as the nine-layer Taoist platform.
"What are you surprised about?"
Glancing at the Taoist platform at his feet, Yang Yu calmly took his seat.
Being called Po Xingzang by Taoist Tianzong, he was slightly shocked, but not too surprised.
It has been more than a million years since the tide of Longquan Realm began to rise again. He would not be surprised if any magical powers appeared during such a long period of time.
There is a 'visitor from outside' in his destiny, which can block the calculation of supernatural powers, but if it is not included in the calculation, there will be no trace.
He is still in heaven and earth.
In fact, the practitioners in Wanfa Tower also had spiritual treasures to shield their auras, so weren't they also killed by Lu Chen?
"Then you can probably guess why the old Taoist invited you here."
Taoist Tianzong asked.
"Be enlightened and guard your heart, break the limits and become an emperor."
Yang Yu replied.
"It seems that most people in the world can guess it. Yes, Pindao is indeed determined to try. At least, he will die more willingly."
The old Taoist's voice was calm, but Yang Yu could faintly feel the extremely strong fluctuations of his will.
"die?"
Yang Yu is very good at discovering the key points, and he will give the topic at the right time:
"The limit of life may not be insurmountable. As far as I know, Nine Heavens Killing Children used some method to avoid its own limit."
"It's not what I want to live on. What's the fun in not living or dying?"
Tianzong Taoist sighed a little:
"Actually, Pindao had already thought of his own way of death a long time ago.
On the day of the deadline, first kill the three heroes of the demon clan, then the seven masters of the demonic path, and then kill the two great masters of Buddhism, the great practitioners of Wanfa Pavilion, the seven evil spirits of the Blood Hell Underworld, and a few old dragons in the sea.
Kill them all together."
Yang Yu felt a slight chill in his heart.
The understatement of Taoist Tianzong's words seemed to him like the ancient Lord of the Netherworld, outlining the book of life and death.
In the calmness, I want you to die and not to live another breath of domineering and cold.
Even if the words mentioned in his words are the eight-pole giants who are rampant in the world and respected for generations, they can be easily broken like a piece of grass!
"But later, the old Taoist changed his mind..."
After saying this, Tianzong Taoist looked at Yang Yu, and there seemed to be an undercurrent in his deep eyes.
"Yinghuo Shouxin comes to the world, and anyone who hopes to break the limit must want to try it."
There was a hint of uneasiness in Yang Yu's heart, and there was a temptation in his tone:
"So, you are preparing for the ultimate fight right now. You asked me to come here because you want me to get the aura of creation from the golden pagoda for you?"
"Actually, that's not quite right."
Tianzong Taoist was like a teacher preaching and resolving doubts, he responded gently:
"Human beings have a limited lifespan, and so does heaven. Longquan swallowed up the foundations of the Eight Realms before and after, so nine great emperors emerged, but this is the limit!"
"limit!"
Tianzong Taoist sighed softly:
"If this were not the case, how could the old Taoist have sat idle for eight thousand years? Yinghuo Shouxin is not an opportunity to break the limit, but a sign that the world has sensed that the emperor will appear..."
"Um?!"
In the sea of mind, the Eight-Nine Xuan Gong Mirror was suddenly shrouded in black mist, and the extremely strong calamity aura made Yang Yu's pupils shrink violently for a moment:
"You mean..."
"You have the qualifications to be a great emperor!"
Tianzong Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, then returned to solemnity:
"My little friend, can you wish for the beauty of adulthood?"